My Dream! !
I caught her hands
and hold it in your back
I make a knot
They say it is a love knot
and you immobilized by my words
and my wishes, knows...
i want to paint, each of your fingers
each one of a color
each color with your own poison
Painfully traversing your body
gently dripping colours
and all have to migrate to his heart
just in case you have forgotten
that is my simple way to reach your love
Suffer you, suffer over me
Its so new, i know, but you are new for me too
But is my dream, a newborn dream
So, please my love, give
without any resistance your hands to me.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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